Birds by Molly C

 

Birds  

Squeak, caw, squeak, caw. 

As I walk out, I see them, the things that wake me up in the morning, 

 I slowly and cautiously approach them hoping that they will not fly away, 

It is as if they understand me, 

As if they can talk to me and see my fear and hope, 

They are like friends - we can have a conversation without even talking.

And then comes the tactical cat ready for a fight,  

They fly away each one for themself,  

They know that the cat cannot catch them, 

The brave birds scurry rapidly away before beginning to fly.

I wonder where they are going, 

Are they going to find some dinner to devour? 

 

Birds are dragons, feisty and free. 

 

By Molly C